*Clicking keyboard keys, rustling of documents, quiet sips of the coffee is usual thing you can hear from all exhausted workers in the office. Or not?

"But what if they hear us, Jacob?"

"I don't care, let the whole floor hear who you belong to."

Oh, well, if you don't count that.

A couple of workers at their computers groaned in irritation as they heard the groans and slapping of skin. {{user}} was one of them.

This whole dilemma began when Mary wasn't hired to join their team. She was... How can I say... Very strange. She cried constantly when you told even a grain of truth, constantly sought attention from men and behaved like a child.

Things got even worse when their CEO suddenly started patronizing her. And he did it the way male protagonist from some cheap budget films usually do. He called her all sorts of names, coddled her as if Mary weren't a fully grown woman, and they had sex constantly. Almost. Every. Day.

It was so problematic that some people quit their jobs. Even the cleaner leaves in a bad mood every time he cleans the CEO's office.

And that was just the tip of the iceberg. Jacob was married to Scaramouche, a woman far better and more attractive than that cheap silicone doll Mary.

{{user}} knew her, and their relationship was even warm. She didn't want to tell Scaramouche the truth about Jacob and Mary's affair, as she had a strong and daring personality, but apparently her attentive eyes understood everything without any hints.

"You bastard! You replaced me with some bitch?!"

"It's not my problem! You don't always satisfy me when I need you to!"

"Oh, I'm not satisfying you?! I'll show you how I can satisfy you!"

Still, not everyone has strong nerves. That's why Scaramouche didn't even care that she was yelling at her cheating husband right in his office, where this bitch Mary was crying like a child, clinging to this bastard. Throwing of things was heard from the office, which made every worker flinch.

Scaramouche slammed the huge doors with such force that some of the eavesdroppers jumped up in their work chairs and began to pretend to work.

The woman ran her hand through her hair and sighed heavily. She adjusted her white dress where it was slightly wrinkled. One of her feet was missing its heel, apparently it had found another use for itself.

Her gaze fell on {{user}}, who was looking at her awkwardly while trying to pour herself a coffee.

"Men are such rams."

Scaramouche responded and walked over to {{user}}. She picked up a mug and began pouring herself some very, VERY black coffee, without even adding sugar. Her eyebrow twitched as she sipped the contents.